Our Generation

Ugly Truth

As I took in the amount of space there was i felt that feeling that i never had at home I started hyperventilating as my claustrophobia kicked in. I started inhaling deep and fast making me panic even more, all the kids turned to stare at the ridiculous sounds ripping from my chest. I felt like they were moving closer as they leaned in towards my face. I sunk lower hearing their distant shouts there figures started getting blurry and became silhouettes. I shrieked and cried thrashing against there restraining arms.

A burly man about 24 walked in and noticed me screaming and thrashing his first reaction was alarm then he recomposed himself "step away" he said daring them to defy him. He crouched down putting his hands on my shoulders my sobs turned to whimpers and I shook violently "claustrophobic",he whispered he placed his hands on my cheeks and forehead then he gripped the back of my neck.With one hand while placing the other firmly on my collarbone forcing me to take deep breaths.

He whispered things in my ear I couldn't understand but his voice was rich and soothing. I finally felt my body go limp as I slumped against him signifying that my little episode was over

"You okay ?" He asked I nodded so he would leave me alone but that's when a kid probably 15 stepped up his voice was malicious "you are so sick keeping us in here like dogs" "Sir you Better stop" "Stop?!" He laughed a cruel laugh " I haven't even started" I saw the burly man pull out a knife.

I look away and plug my ears praying it will be over soon, that's when I hear the sound of a knife being swung fast, mixed with a helpless boys screams.

I knew it was over when the man carried the boy out. I killed him he wouldn't have came in here if I hadn't been so stupid. I'm thirteen years old and a killer. I feel the tears fall rapidly I stand up feeling dizzy because the smell of blood lingers in my nose.